[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Young Draco ain't gon play bout them racks, bout them stacks
Call up my plug, where the fuck them packs at?
Call up my shooters, where the fuck them straps at?
Can’t talk on the phone, cause I know 12 been tapped that
I got a hundred fifty racks in my backpack
Nigga think it's sweet, but on my mama I'm gon [?] that
Hit him witht the chopper cause he was asking for that
You wanna [?] Imma tax him for that
I’m skirting round with them racks
AK 47 came with a shoulder strap
[?] 2010
Choppers and BMW in the Benz
[?] murk your best friend
Stand in the kitchen, I whip up a ten
Young Draco, I trap out the dope hole
My trap jumpin like a yo yo
Oo young nigga trap with a [?]
Try the funny shit, get hit with the draco

[Verse 2: OMB Bloodbath]
I cannot trust a soul
Watching my reer view, [?]
Bitch I be [?] like I'm from the four
Imma big blood [?] nose
What was you thinking bout?
[?] demans out
Nigga we just had bought Nemons out
[?] we squeezing bout
[?] on the chain
Nigga play gang, then we busting your brain
I been asleep, I was stuck on the drank
Put him to sleep, tryna fuck with the gang
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